It's a long way off, but let's get back to the point.

On the second night of the foggy moon, I finished my dinner in three or two bites, and I felt that I was not full. The quota in the cafeteria was always too small for me, so Alfred took care of Adrian and tried to prepare some extra hunger-resistant food to make sure I had enough energy to keep up with my morning exercises.

At the foot of the mountain is the populated town of Black Pine, where you can buy anything as long as you have money. The kitchen mercenaries were happy to piggyback on the aristocracy, earning tips and kickbacks along the way.

I spoke to Alfred for a moment and walked alone towards the library. To be honest, I was so preoccupied that I didn't notice Priscilla and Winnie hiding in the bushes. It was my negligence.

The gifted apprentice Fresen Bukalem kept the side door for me. He was a rare tall man, with blond hair neatly combed behind his head, stiff facial features, and a slightly hunched back in a gray cloth robe provided by the Academy.

"You're too late, Mentor Zeni is waiting for you inside, besides, I'm still hungry." There was a hint of emotion in his tone.

I handed over an oil-paper bag in time, sorry and said, "Yes, it's bread and bacon." I'm sorry to keep you waiting. ”

This scene fell into Priscilla's eyes, and she later suspected that the bag I handed to Fresen was a mystery, but I wasn't lying, and there was really only bread and bacon in it.

It was supposed to be the apprentice Aprile who brought him dinner that day, but Alfred said hello to Fresen, and I would do it for me, asking him to stay at the door.

Fresen tugged at the corners of his mouth with satisfaction, and said in a slightly more amiable manner, "Tutor Zeny is in the parchment library, walk straight along the porch, and turn right through the hall. He often spends the night in the stack, and when you leave, close the door so you don't have to look for me again. ”

As I passed by Fresen, I caught a glimpse of a thick book spread out on the table, with an illustration of a large, strangely shaped bow on the inside page. Although it was only a quick glance out of the corner of my eye, I was sure that it was the legendary artifact Bloodthirsty Demon Bow.

The signature feature of the Bloodthirsty Demon Bow is that the two bow arms, one long and one short, are not completely symmetrical, and there has never been such a system for combined bows in the world.

"He's looking for an artifact!" With thoughts spinning in my mind, I strode forward.

It seems that I am not alone in the dark.

The sound of lonely footsteps echoed in the porch, and the candlelight illuminated the path, and I noticed something strange and couldn't help but slow down.

On the walls of the porch and hallway, there are gaps scattered scattered in different shapes and positions, like mold spots on oil paintings, incongruous notes in music scores. At first glance, their existence is meaningless, but the Temple Library is the brainchild of the wisdom of the ancient Fryns, it should be flawless, never shoddy, and these gaps must have an ulterior purpose.

I pondered all the way to the door of the parchment library.

"You're here, come in!" Zeni had been waiting for a while, a little impatient.

The bulky bookshelves were lined up against the wall, and no one had come to look through those precious manuscripts for a long time, a thick layer of dust had accumulated on the spine, and the smell of mold was in the air, and I felt an itchy nose, so I quickly pinched it with my hand a few times to prevent a sneeze from blowing more dust.

On the desk opposite, a few worn-out parchments were thrown at random, and under the book was a hand-drawn sketch, which seemed to be a partial plan of a certain building, with many traces of modifications and signs, and it looked messy.

"Mentor Zeni, right here...... Do you have individual tutoring? ”

"Tutoring alone, hehe, I never do that kind of thing...... I need a little favor from you, if you can keep it a secret, then by the end of the semester, you'll have an A in the principles of magic. A sly smile spread across Zeni's chubby face, he was confident, and for a layman like me, who knew nothing about magic, the temptation to take credits was hard to resist.

I said sincerely, "Even without A, I should do my mentor a favor." ”

Zeny was very pleased with my reply, and he told me several times to keep my mouth shut, not even to Dean Kozmo, and of course I was full of words.

So Zeini led me to a corner and asked eagerly, "Can you help me pry this stone open?" ”

My eyes quickly adapted to the dim light. In the corner where the candlelight could not be seen, there was a swarthy crowbar, the tip of which rested against a piece of granite, which, judging by its size, could be pried open even by an ordinary man of strength.

Unless it's like an iceberg in the sea, nine out of ten submerged under water.

I was very interested, didn't ask much why, rolled up my sleeves and prepared to do it.

"Be careful, don't pry the wall down!" Seeing the strong muscles of my arms, Zeny added worriedly.

I stepped forward to grab a crowbar, weighed the weight, and pressed the tip against the wall to find a gap, but the granite fit so tightly that no amount of effort could help.

"No, the stones are too tight for a crowbar to fit in."

"Well, think of a way again!"

I spotted the seams of the two granite stones, raised the crowbar and poked it hard, and with a loud bang, the crowbar bounced back, and the tiger's mouth was numb.

Zeny was startled, shook his hands and said, "Lighter, it will alarm others!" ”

I took a closer look and saw that there was no damage to the granite, not even the slightest scratches. How is this possible, with my strength, even if it is pig iron, I have to smash a gap!

Nick - I stretched out my arm, put the tip of the crowbar into the gap at the top of the stone wall, and snorted, the muscles of my arm and lower abdomen tensed, and with a sharp force, the crowbar was stiffly straightened, but the wall remained still.

"How? Still doesn't work? Zeny asked anxiously.

I withdrew the crowbar, shook my head, and said, "This crowbar is too thin and soft like dough to be used at all, so tomorrow I will go to the blacksmith shop and make another one, and there will be no problem!" ”

Zeny looked disappointed and muttered, "Crowbar doesn't matter? This is already the thickest one......"

I looked at the straightened crowbar and didn't say what I really thought.